Friday, May 19, 2006

One January

For the past three daysmy mouth has tastedlike I'd just lickeda tangy icicleclear glacier numbness spreadingfrom the root of my tonguemelting into a strange fresh taste distilled from a smell of cotton sheetsdried outdoors in early spring sun and wind,or water fallen froma cleansing skydancing down my throat,and I wonder whatit meanswhat it may bring.